No Longer Yours

The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback

Huo Wuer

Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband's Maybach usually idled was empty. When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn't find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn. Caden didn't even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father's legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn's party without a second glance. Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara's health and managing every detail of Caden's empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room. How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice. I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I'd drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause-if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for. I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I'd forgotten.

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Amy smiled as she watered her plants. This was one of the two things that brought her immense joy. She loved painting and gardening.

When she was sure the plants had received enough water to keep them going, she went inside to continue her painting.

She was very good at what she does and soon, a beautiful painting was visible on the canvas. It was a picture of a perfect family she had always imagined but never had. A man holding his wife and their son.

Three years ago, her husband had told her that he might give their marriage a chance if she gave him a child.

She was finally pregnant and couldn't wait to break the news to him. Maybe their marriage would take a positive turn at this point. She already imagined him kissing and hugging her at the news.

She completed her painting and tucked it safely away at one end of the room.

"Serve dinner," she instructed the maids. They nodded and went out to carry the tasks. They looked at her with traces of pity in their eyes.

Amy always tried to be a perfect wife for her husband. She prepared food for him everyday but it ended up being eaten by the maids, dogs or thrown away. He never spared a glance at the dinning table, not even for a second.

7pm but her husband wasn't home yet.

"He'll be back soon. Maybe he was caught up in traffic," she assumed, trying hard not to be negative.

8pm, there was still no sign of him. She decided to call him. She picked her phone with trembling fingers and dialed his number.

The phone rang and he didn't answer. He had only answered her call once throughout their three years of marriage and that was because his grandmother was around.

She called again and it was still the same old story. No answer. She tried her best to stay calm and prevent the tears from falling.

She glanced at the dinning. Dinner was served but he wasn't at home yet. She wore a nice dress specially for him but he didn't show up at home. She decided to try once more. She waited anxiously as it rang.

After two rings, the call connected.

"He..hello, Anderson good evening," she stammered.

"What is it?" a cold voice which contrasted sharply with her quiet voice was heard over the phone.

"I..I was expecting you for dinner. It's 8pm and you..."

"So what? I will return when I'm done. I have dinner with a business partner."

"Andy, do you want anything else?" a lady's voice was heard over the phone.

Andy? That sounded very intimate. Wait. Was her husband with another woman?

No!There was no way that would happen.

"Anderson would never cheat on me. Maybe it's the waiter or a business partner."

Damn! Why will a client address him as Andy?

The thought of the man she adored and loved dearly in the arms of another woman shook her badly and the tears fell in torrents. She cried until she was too weak to continue. She just lay on the couch, distressed and heart broken.

The rays of the morning sunlight struck her face from the curtains as the maid pulled it open. She opened her eyes and realised she had slept on the couch last night while waiting for her husband.

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